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Burn Heretics, Burn
02:48
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Burn Heretics, Burn
The transmutation of metals and of self,
To reap the glory forever it would bring.
Yet maybe alchemy's not my thing.
So go away with the idea to start a new colony on the sun.
And as you recline pleased with yourself,
Realize that you've torched everyone.
So go away
Go away with the idea in your mind
Despite appearance and rhetoric there are two of us,
Creating coexisting files
Betraying what's on the other's mind.
Go away with the idea in your mind
Without a compass I don't think we can survive
The two of us go down and out into the woods
And what comes out alive?
You watched the heretics burning in the night.
Expunged impurities naked to the sight
And when the time ran its petty pace
We saw your levelled face.
Go away with the idea. Abandon all your sense and go away.
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Talk To Me
02:59
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Talk To Me
Entertained us for a while, you've got that shrug to your shoulders and a slant to your smile.
Now unhitch me from the yolk. Don't ask again where I'm going don't think you want to know.
And it's frustrating yeah I know, but now you've almost convinced me that there might be a soul
But the goat-legged man to your right– he comes and talks to me lately when you're sleeping at night.
And it's spelled just like it sounds but when it comes to the surface gotta choke it out.
And the word is in the town, you've got a warm reservation hope you make it down.
And I know you should know
But it hurts a little less when we don't
Talk this out.
And I know you should know
But you don't talk to me lately at all.
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Again With The Fascists
03:51
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Again With The Fascists
Again with the fascists marching over our heads as if they never had been
Kneeling down at our altars, comfortable in our skins.
Here's a cautionary tale that desperation ends in dark beginnings you know
So now my blood runs black and my convictions flow.
Our opposition can be such a bitter pill.
They can break our bones but they can't break our...
Again with the surgeons suturing their mark and breathing in our lungs
Keep speaking in whispers while we have our tongues.
Break down our bones while they're breaking bread
Let the words be nourishment for the crestfallen.
Stoke the fire before the shadows start to fade.
Let the symbols apprise you of a brand new age
In neglect of the questions that the sins may raise.
Let the pen do the scathing. Let the ink leave stains.
And we won't make the same exact mistake again
Again with the fascists.
Break down our bones and give us different names
And wrap us in blankets interred to the ground
Until the scattering of ashes is the only sound.
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Grey Ops
05:07
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Grey Ops
And it started with a myth or just a cyst that perpetuated
But you're sure that we exist, and that we've got position and pieces fit
So I'll assure you nothing's wrong-that we belong in this situation
But this trench is as deep as it's long and we won't come back
I said it's not about the money, it's not about the show
And there's no point in getting ready to face an invisible foe
You may be striking but you'd never ever really know
The light's going out when it hits the ground
The whites of their eyes in the distance
But they're not going down and I told you this is serious
Watch what you hold in your hand
And I never want to scratch that itch
And I'm not that good at suffering
You wage a war when I told you this is serious
Shocked at the sound and underground is all soaked in silence
But I'm sure that they'll come around to where we're situated so just stay down
I know I said we'd live forever but we've got nowhere to go
Now if you'll kindly take a minute and face the inevitable low
Before we crack under the pressure you've got to know
We've got to go.
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5. |
Lower The Lights
04:32
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Lower The Lights
On the night that the lights weren't low enough and you could see just what I was.
I know the message seems at times poorly drawn hieroglyphic lines.
You know you gotta get this story right, if you're gonna gain some sort of insight.
But insight's not the only thing I'm missing fundamentally.
You just have to smile and wash your hands, if you're gonna have a chance at happiness.
There were stories that I told you in the dark, that bore worm holes in your all too trusting heart again.
But delusions aren't the worst thing one could have, once you see just what I am.
On the night...
Let me close the curtains, let me keep you in the dark.
We could burn ourselves alive with just a spark.
And every filthy witness, every stain and every truth
They would come back to you
On the night...
I know it's hard to swallow what's hard to chew.
When you see the light reflecting back on you.
And if you say the past's a waste of time well I'm afraid you might be right,
But if you tell me there's no future well then I know you're lying.
On the night...
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Wild Hearses Guelph, Ontario
Wild Hearses is the unlikely reincarnation of a band that started twenty years ago. In the early 90s, Erik Knudsen and the Rhyno Brothers cut their teeth playing basements and all-ages shows in Thunder Bay, ON. Produced by Ian McGettigan, "Ruins" continues right where the band left off. ... more
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